Lyrics:
'em burn thru the South land
With my axe in my hand, Watch out , for
Johnny Gore And The 'C' Eaters Band
"Holy Jesus, look at 'Gator up there, he's got
that you came for
Then, baby, don't you get too comfy
I like a kinda guy that will wait for it
'Cause I need to be in good company
Stay with me
things
Things to fit in
But baby that's not who you is
So come ball with me
Let's talk it a baby
I know you go around
Thinking bout times
When you was my
And you ain't gotta empty ya pockets when the K's out
Whatever you holdin' is mine you my Paypal
See I don't get how this guy is a treat
I'll make his
a thirty
I need me a lick
Man I be hurting
I need me a bitch
Bonnie and Clyde
You know she gon ride
No matter what baby girl by my side
She loving me now
the factory baby.
Best believe, I'm a good guy.
I wouldn't do you dirty on my worst night
I'm good vibes, good vibes and a good time
With good rhymes, I'm just
assholes
Or something
Sleep with one eye open
And one ear to the ground because
My pineal gland is as hard as a
Motherf**king ham and pineapple
Pixel
landed in is what the Bible calls the Garden of Eden
They were trying to inbreed with the people here
The women would die, the babies would abort
But
bozos
Don't know what ya'll niggas thought
Curved by all my homegirls
You forgot these bitches talk
Miss me with that drama
Give that to your baby mama
You could be my baby momma
Know I never switched on you girl
I’ve been by your side
Through the thick and thin rough water high tide
And when it’s
paint smoke daint, daint
Money in the bank, bank with diamonds in my teeth and chain
And check out my pinky ring, you know it's blingin man
I'm jumpin'
paint smoke daint, daint
Money in the bank, bank with diamonds in my teeth and chain
And check out my pinky ring, you know it's blingin man
I'm jumpin'
Killa always by my side
Demons always stay inside
Drugs make me feel alive
Ice when you pour the drank
I never throw no shade
I got a guy with range
go by?"
Well, one morning I was sitting out in front of Dino's place
With Jake the Shears, a guy from Philly who gives free mohawks
There were
like paparazzi
Catch me sipping sake with my hottie out in Milwaukee
We getting rocky by the tsunami leaving you niggas feeling froggy
It's the Jalopy
to make me famous
A job description that don't fit the bill
a fatal femme fatale dressed to kill
Get me out of this, lie detector test
My pupils inhale
the trunk, and found a body
Getting bullied in school makes me want to pull up with a shotty
Dick in my homie's ass and he's really tryna stop me
I took a fat
out like Liza Minnelli
My car's on fire, the tires Pirelli
I'm Martin and Eddie
Searching for Taral Hicks
Not to give her a baby, but to put a life
That little sticky stay by my side
Thought you was my girl you was my ride or die
I don trust you about a thousand times
I be trapping with my dirty
money out the streets, nigga (Ha)
I'ma make sure all my niggas eat, nigga
(No cap)
Salute, until the next shit we drop
You heard? Griselda, baby, takin'
smell your scent for miles
Just like animals, animals, like animals mals
Baby I’m-
I’m an underdog, but you’re dog food
Bear with me, no Biggie
It’ll
separate me from ma baby mine,
Then some other guy will win her,
And my game is lost,
And so each day I shout along the line:
"Hello! ma Baby
impressed with your hot car
Nigga I ain't got the lock jaws
I ain't fixin' to drop draw's
These niggas chase me like a cop-cop
In and out the Char' bottle
see-came
With that machete, it's your turn
It's not funny, but twenty a month is what you earn baby
(We on to the Yankee, pass the mic to the "Yankee")
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